Bunny Bomber vs. Bomber Kishima ~Bombs Away!~

Bunny tightened her arm around Kishima's throat, squeezing the bigger Angel with as much strength as she could muster. She had no delusions about getting Kishima to submit or even pass out from such a simple hold, but she knew just how much damage she could do if she could prolong her sleeper hold for as long as possible.

She was slightly annoyed though. She had planned for her next move to be scissoring Kishima's waist, but the brutish bruiser was already making sure she couldn't do that, pushing down on her thigh. Bunny scowled at the push, and her response was simply to try and pull her arm tighter, trying to cut off as much of Kishima's air supply as possible.

"Nn...you know what your problem is...?" she whispered, leaning her face in close, her lips close towards Kishima's ear as the woman began to slowly force her way back up to her feet, Bunny grit her teeth, and the model was forced to stand with her, but she continued her cruel-sounding whispers to the woman. "If you don't, I can tell you right now what the hell is wrong with you..."

Had Kishima known what was going through Bunny’s head, she’d probably say the girl was underestimating herself, surprisingly. Simple as the sleeper hold might’ve been, that arm was constricting tightly around her throat like a python strangling its prey. If the violet haired bruiser didn’t find a way to escape soon, she very well could end up taking a forced nap right there in the middle of the ring. Definitely not how she’d imagined her big AFW debut ending, but that’s where she was headed if she couldn’t turn things around somehow.

Kishima was making progress as she slowly moved to a vertical base, all the while with Bunny’s breath brushing against her ear as the former model whispered to her. “Do...tell...” Kishima managed to choke out in response, a part of her genuinely curious what Bunny would say. But she’d have to hurry if she wanted to say it, because the former model might not have much time.

Once she was up to her feet, Kishima would then reach up to try to grab onto her foe’s pretty head. And from there, she’d then drop right back down onto her rear while dragging Bunny with her, aiming to bring her adversary’s face smashing against Kishima’s head with a jawbreaker!

"I'll tell you..." Bunny hissed into Kishima's ear, hanging on for dear life, squeezing her fellow Bomber with every ounce of strength she could muster. She tightened her arm harder and harder still around Kishima's neck. She pressed close against her, her large, voluptuous breasts squashing against Kishima's back as she pushed closer into the woman, not wanting to relent a single inch against her. "You and every other brute like you in this damn company think that just because you're bigger and stronger then everyone else, th-NNNMMMF!"

Bunny's speech was cut short, as Kishima grabbed her by the head and dropped back down to the mat, smashing the bunnygirl's face against the side of her head and her chin against her shoulder with the sudden, unexpected jawbreaker. As soon as Bunny's head made contact with the bigger woman, her hold released, her arm naturally loosening from around Kishima's neck as a wave of stunning pain rolled through Bunny's face and jaw.

She fell backwards, onto her back behind Kishima, her arms splayed to her sides. Her bunny-ears flopped about as she dropped to the canvas, and the former model went completely silent, stunned speechless by the Wrestle Angel's swift counter to her sleeper hold!

“Gwah!” Kishima choked out, finding it harder and harder with each passing second to fight against the sleeper as Bunny’s arm tightened around her neck. And all the while she was forced to listen to the model’s condescending words right in her ear. But she didn’t have to deal with it for very long, as her sudden drop brought her foe’s chin smashing right down on her purple-haired head with a jawbreaker!

As Bunny fell back, Kishima began to violently cough for a moment, with one hand moving over her throat while the other went to rest on her head where her foe’s jaw had crashed. She then glanced back at Bunny, and saw the model downed and stunned. Panting slightly, the violet bruiser hauled herself up to her feet and moved over by the former Angel, then reached down to start grab the girl’s head and guide her back up.

“What, that we can just bulldoze over anyone we step in the ring with?” Kishima asked, finishing Bunny’s sentence she had interrupted with her jawbreaker moments ago. And once the model was back up, Kishima would wrap one arm around the girl’s leg and the other around her neck, then attempt to hoist Bunny up and onto her shoulders to apply a torture rack. “If you don’t think I can, then prove it!” she’d shout while trying to bend and torture Bunny’s back in the hold.

While Kishima began to cough and gasp, Bunny simply lied there behind her, stunned by the jawbreaker and seemingly completely out of the game. Her eyes were closed, and aside from a slight heaving of her chest, her body was unmoving. Her arms and legs were spread to the sides, and her hair was splayed out on the mat, looking like a bright pink halo around the head of the Wrestle Angel.

Then Kishima grabbed her head to pull her back up, and Bunny moaned softly, a tiny little sound of pain passing through her lips. Up to her feet she was hauled, seeming shaky on her legs, as if she could fall right back over again, but 'luckily' for her, she didn't have to worry about that.

With no resistance, Kishima hauled her up into the arm, laying the busty bunnygirl over her shoulders. The moment, the exact moment that Kishima began to bend her into the torture rack, Bunny's eyes snapped up. Her face twisted into an expression of pain, and of worry, and as her fellow Wrestle Angel fully locked in the hold and really began to bend her spine with the submission, a loud, shrill scream escaped from Bunny's lips, echoing throughout the arena.

"AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!"

Kishima almost wished she had some ear buds to block out some of the almost deafening shriek of agony that filled the arena. But still, it was a good sign of just how effective the violet bruiser’s hold was on her fellow ex-Angel. She had Bunny right where she wanted her now, where Kishima could put her impressive strength on full display with minimal resistance.

She then walked around the ring for a moment as she continued to bend Bunny’s spine over her shoulders, showing the tortured model off to the cheering crowd members, before ending the march right back in the middle of the ring.

“Oi! You ready to give up? Or am I gonna have to punish you some more?” Kishima asked. For her, submission holds were more often than not a means of wearing down the opponent rather than an attempt to put the match away. But if she could force Bunny to submit to her here and now, there certainly wouldn’t be any complaints on Kishima’s part.

Bunny was helpless, as Kishima paraded her around the ring. She was trapped atop the woman's shoulders, and all she could think about was the intense, surging pain that was coursing through her spine. The crowd seemed to love it, cheering on Kishima as she bent the bunnygirl over herself.

Nn! T-Those bastards! Bunny thought, hearing their cries and their cheers as Kishima tortured her, screaming at the bruiser to finish off the smaller of the two Angels. She could barely even think, she was in so much pain!

At the sound of Kishima's words though, Bunny gained a bit of focus. The bigger woman's taunts reached her ears, and Bunny gave her a scowl in response. She was hurting, practically broken in two, but she wasn't going to submit now! Not after hearing Kishima's threat!

With another loud cry, she tried to twist her torso partially to the side, just enough that she could swing her arm around towards Kishima's face, trying to drag her sharp, stinging nails across the woman's skin, in hopes of getting her to let her go!

Just from listening to the agonized screams coming from Bunny, it seemed evident the girl would be tapping out any moment now. It was quite clear to Kishima and anyone watching that the trapped former Angel was in excruciating pain as her back was bent over Kishima’s shoulders. It was all just a matter of time now.

But then the violet haired bruiser grunted as she felt her foe shifting atop her shoulders. “You want me to break your back? If not you better-- GAH!” she shouted as Bunny’s nails suddenly scraped and scratched up her face. Kishima immediately dropped the model and covered her face with her hands while stumbling away a few steps.

When she removed her hands and squinted at them, she saw a bit of blood. It didn’t feel like there was a heavy flow running down her face, so whatever cuts Bunny had made didn’t seem to be major. But it still stung like hell, and the underhanded tactic caused Kishima to growl in anger. Bunny had escaped the torture rack, but Kishima felt even more determined than ever to kick her ass now...

Bunny dropped from Kishima's shoulders, landing with a thud on the mat. As soon as she hit the canvas, she forced herself to her hands and knees, trying to scramble away from Kishima as quickly as she could.

Was her escape tactic underhanded and a little dirty? Sure. Bunny had made a career out of underhanded escape tactics though, and she wasn't going to gain a better moral compass right when she was about to be snapped in half. She had escaped, and in the end, that was all that was important!

With hard, labored breaths and a great deal of pain running through her twisted spine, Bunny scrambled away from Kishima. She went straight for the ropes and slid out of the ring, stumbling away from it until she came to rest against the announcer's table. She wanted as much space between herself and her fellow former Angel as possible, to give herself as much time to recover from the torture rack as she could get.

She leaned backwards against the table, her head angled slightly downwards but her eyes looking up towards the ring, staring towards Kishima with a good deal of malice and a tiny bit of worry in her eyes. She breathed in, deeply and steadily, her massive chest heaving with each one of her labored breaths, watching her rival Angel closely. She had to be careful. She had no doubt that as soon as Kishima saw her, the fight would be back on, and she wanted to be ready for it.

Kishima really shouldn’t have been so surprised with Bunny’s tactic. It had been a while since the two had last met in a ring, but the model had pulled the same kind of stuff back then too. Not to mention the fact that Bunny had taken advantage of Kishima’s handshake offer at the start of the match to score a cheap shot. But that knowledge didn’t do anything to lessen the violet bruiser’s anger.

With thin lines of blood now trickling down her face, Kishima turned looked for Bunny, only to find her foe was no longer in the ring. But it didn’t take long for her eyes to find a pair of bunny ears sticking up outside the ring, where she saw Bunny resting against the announcer’s table. And Bunny was completely right to assume there wouldn’t be much time for rest from that point.

“I’m not done with you!” Kishima said while quickly moving to the ropes, then stepping through them and hopping down to the floor outside the ring, where she would make her way directly toward the recovering former Angel. And once she felt her target was in range, the powerhouse would rear her right arm back before hurling it forward, aiming to blast Bunny’s pretty head with a heavy forearm strike.